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MRS CLAUS

 

MRS CLAUS, SHE TIRED OF THE CHRISTMAS RUSH EVERY YEAR

WORKING AND SLAVING WITH SANTA AND ELVES ALL DAY

SHE SIT SANTA DOWN, SAY, “SANTA, MAN, I’M OUT OF HERE.

I’M GONNA CRACK UP IF I DON’T GET ME SELF FAR AWAY.”

MRS CLAUS, SHE PACK HER BAGS AND AS SHE LEAVE THE HOUSE,

SHE SAY “SANTA I LOVE YOU I’LL BE BACK WHEN I’VE HAD ENOUGH SUN”

SHE PUT ON SPURS, SHE CLIMB ON RUDOLPH AND SHE POINT HIM SOUTH.

SHE SAY “LIGHT UP THAT NOSE BOY, DON’T STOP TIL WE FIND THE ISLANDS”

 

CAUSE YOU KNOW SHE WANT TO GET AWAY.  GET AWAY FROM UP THERE

SHE GONNA LEAVE THAT SNOW, THE SMELL OF REINDEER

SHE GONNA LEAVE THEM ELVES AND ALL OF THEM TOYS

SHE MAKE HERSELF A BRAND NEW WORKING CHOICE

SHE GONNA FIND A PLACE, WITH NO WORRIES THERE,

WHERE SHE CAN SHED HER CLOTHES, SHED ALL HER CARES

SHE GONNA GET HERSELF RIGHT DOWN IN THE SUN

YEAH, SHE TAKING VACATION IN CARIBBEAN.

 

MRS CLAUS, TIME FOR HER BE MOVING WAY TOO FAST

MONTHS FOR SANTA TO HER FEEL JUST LIKE DAYS.

SHE START TO CRY, SHE WANT HER VACATION TO ALWAYS LAST.

SHE CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF THE RUM AND THE SUNSHINE RAYS.

MRS CLAUS, SHE CALL SANTA SAY, “I’LL STAY SOME MORE

WON’T YOU TAKE A BREAK WITH ME ON THIS ISLAND?”

SO SANTA FLY AND NEXT THING YOU KNOW, HE WITH HER ON THE SHORE

WALKING HAND IN HAND IN THE SAND WITH A SETTING SUN.

 

CAUSE YOU KNOW HE WANT TO GET AWAY.  GET AWAY FROM UP THERE

HE GONNA LEAVE THAT SNOW, THE SMELL OF REINDEER

HE GONNA LEAVE THEM ELVES AND ALL OF THEM TOYS

HE MAKE THEMSELVES A BRAND NEW WORKING CHOICE

HE GONNA FIND A PLACE, WITH HIS WOMAN DOWN THERE,

WHERE THEY CAN SHED THIER CLOTHES, SHED ALL THIER CARES

THEY GONNA GET THEMSELVES RIGHT DOWN IN THE SUN

YEAH, THEY BOTH ON VACATION IN CARIBBEAN.

 

MRS CLAUS, SHE TALK SANTA INTO STAYING THERE

SO HE GET A NEW ADDRESS, BEACHBUMSANTA.COM

AND WITH EMAIL HE STAY IN TOUCH WITH ALL THE ELVES AND DEER

FILLING CHRISTMAS ORDERS UP NORTH WHILE THEY SOUTH IN THE SUN

 

CAUSE YOU KNOW THEY GONNA STAY AWAY.  STAY AWAY FROM UP THERE

THEY GONNA LEAVE THAT SNOW, THE SMELL OF REINDEER

THEY GONNA LEAVE THEM ELVES AND ALL OF THEM TOYS

THEY MADE THEMSELVES A BRAND NEW WORKING CHOICE

THEY GONNA STAY IN A PLACE, WITH NO WORRIES THERE,

WHERE THEY CAN SHED THEIR CLOTHES, SHED ALL THEIR CARES

THEY GONNA STAY RIGHT DOWN SOUTH IN THE SUN

YEAH, THEY NEVER GONNA LEAVE CARIBBEAN